Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
Poems of Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
|122.||This is love||3/30/2010|
|123.||This Is Love||10/30/2013|
|124.||This we Have Now||3/30/2010|
|125.||This Will Not Win Him||3/30/2010|
|127.||Two Kinds of Intelligence||3/30/2010|
|128.||Until You've Found Pain||3/30/2010|
|130.||We Are As The Flute||3/30/2010|
|131.||Weary not of us, for we are very beautiful||1/1/2004|
|132.||What Hidden Sweetness Is There||1/1/2004|
|133.||When I am asleep and crumbling in the tomb||1/1/2004|
|134.||When the Rose is gone||10/30/2013|
|135.||Who is at my door?||3/30/2010|
|136.||Who makes these changes?||3/30/2010|
|137.||Who Says Words With My Mouth?||3/30/2010|
|138.||Whoever Brought Me Here||3/30/2010|
|139.||Whoever Brought Me Here||10/30/2013|
If I weep
If I weep, if I come with excuses, my beloved puts cotton wool in his ears.
Every cruelty which he commits becomes him, every cruelty which he commits I endure.
If he accounts me nonexistent, I account his tyranny generosity.
The cure of the ache of my heart is the ache for him; how shall I not surrender my heart to his ache?
Only then are glory and respect mine, when his glorious love renders me contemptible.
Only then does the vine of my body become wine, when the wine-presser stamps on m